When Hans entered, he found that no lights were on in the vast study. Only the moonlight shone through the window, casting a cold, desolate glow.
Her Majesty the Queen, her white hair stark, sat on a chair holding a glass of red wine. Upon seeing him, Her Majesty gently swirled the wine in her glass. "Long time no see, Hans. You look like you're doing well."
"Thanks to your blessing, Your Majesty. I've come today on urgent business. I truly did not wish to disturb your rest, so I ask for Your Majesty's forgiveness."
"What is it?"
"It's like this: the Fifth Research Institute has a new therapist. The S-Class males she's treated—though the most severe case was only Early Intermediate—have shown the possibility of being cured. As soon as I saw their treatment records, I came to see you immediately." As he spoke, Hans presented the prepared documents to Her Majesty the Queen.
